true love

in the working of my mind

there is a glitch

it gets hung up on chance

after chance

after chance

sometimes

i just want someone to ask me to dance

and i stand there

and stand there

waiting for the music to play

and it never does

all i hear is

my own playlist

a voice

a hum

so quiet in

the morning mist

before the sun catches

all the diamonds the night hung

on trees

in grass

almost everything ends

before it begins

and so i whisper tomorrow

but it becomes today

and tomorrow slips away

i am back where i started

many moons ago

on the night

the moon asked me to dance

the ebb and flow

to move to the rhythm of the sea